There has always been longing. Away, far away in a distant memory, the midst of a dream (or perhaps was it the swaying first touch of splendor, when I saw your face?) I can remember through the night's veil. I can feel the rhythm of the spectacular, in another dimension when I could open my eyes without the ever-watching pain. God, do you remember? Do you remember when we could truly dance? It was all so perfect then, we were invincible with our melodies and trances and I love you's. I can still hear the sea, believe me it's fury is as awesome as our longing for each other as we wrapped tight against a world that refused to accept. I can cry now, and watch as the sun fades, watch the starlight speak to me and reflect off my weeping features. It still hurts beyond imagination. If my world ever returns, the crystal hues and silver and gold tones come back to me and open my eyes to joy again, I will be ready to hold it all in my arms. To never let them go would be enough to keep me alive forever, to survive in a second through the eternity of the night. Perhaps all that lets me hold on is the fact that I know I can love, I know that I can paint with perfect pitch and color and watch the world entrance itself (if only for a second) with my hands. Because I would never let go. This silhouette of a level I stand at, that only gives me air on a blue moon of a midnight sky that is still spread with stars. Maybe the longing, the memory of that touch from beyond will never leave, and I will only fade aloft from the summit of the only brilliant light I will ever know. You.
I'm still busy though, cutting the hands of time, and saving them in a small box with your name on it. I can only wish now, it is the only hope I've felt in this after the eruption of complete silence I felt... just shaking against a warped perspective of what my world used to be like before you brings the tears again. You are indeed my single soul spectacular, my flawless firefly darting against the velvet light of June. But maybe, just maybe, I can find another that will extend their wishes to match mine, and we will chase love through the slowly rising dawn of hope. These foolish eyes that are still glazed with the mist from the night before will open (without pain) and in absolute wonder we will never let go, watching gracefully beneath our wings as new worlds are born and explode with life. That's all I ask, is for you.
